Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 132 – United

When Victor and Evelyn walk back into the campsite, him still leaning heavily on her shoulder, their family is waiting for them.

Ian and Alvin rush forward, throwing themselves into their parents’ arms.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Alvin whispers, his voice excited but edged with sleepiness.

“Did you win?” Ian asks, looking excitedly up at his dad.

His dad ruffles his hair and gives him a warm smile, but doesn’t answer. It’s a complicated question.

Instead, the family moves, together, towards the still-burning fire at the middle of the campsite. Marissa and Bridgette are there, waiting, and Henry rolls out onto the porch of his cabin. Looking around, Victor can see his Beta team edging closer, all eager to hear the results of the trial.

“Well well,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap. “I see that one of my sons has returned, apparently victorious. And where is Rafe?”

Evelyn can see Bridgette biting her lip, anxious.

Victor flicks his head backwards, indicating the still-dark forest, though dawn is starting to light the sky. “He’s still out there, writhing in the snow, feeling the effects of wolfsbane.”

Bridgette gasps, getting shakily to her feet, staring out into the woods. Evelyn’s heart goes out to her; if it had been Rafe that returned to let them know that Victor was lying in the snow, suffering, she’d be desperate to help him.

Henry opens his mouth to say more, but Victor interrupts him. “Rafe cheated. He sent a proxy in to take his place in the fight, not showing up until his entire force had been wiped out.”

Henry nods, glancing at the boys, who had told him the same. He opens his mouth, ready to declare a winner.

“But,” Victor continues, “the final blow to Rafe was not delt with my hand.”

mouth snaps shut. The family and Betas look at Victor and Evelyn, confused. Silence reigns in the

shrugs. “I

of its cooling pile of snow. “And now I’m going to bed. We can talk about all of this,” she waves a hand to indicate the whole trial, which she still

wounded.” With this, he

them a chance to protest, Evelyn grabs two metal mugs out of a box of supplies and then, decisively, takes Victor’s hand. With little resistance, he goes with her

a mug of wine and sips it while she helps the boys out of their snow gear. Their eyes are half-lidded now after all of the excitement. They allow themselves to be tucked into their blankets with

more sneaking out,” Evleyn murmurs to them as she kisses each on their forehead. She turns to see Victor

it broken?” she asks, coming

he flexes and points his foot. “Sprained, I think, but badly.” She hands him a long strip of gauze from a first-aid pack she finds beneath the bed and he wraps his ankle tightly. When he finishes, Evelyn hands him two ibuprofen from the kit and half a mug of wine with which to wash

chasing them with sauvignon blanc. “Whiskey would

passively, helping him ease back onto the bed and prop his injured leg up onto some pillows to decrease the swelling. “You’ll see a

Evelyn climbs into the bed as well, curling up next to him, her mostly-empty glass of wine

murmurs, dragging a frustrated hand down his face.

the cup up on the nearby windowsill. They are silent, a moment, before she says, “They’re

murmurs back. “But considering they’d have to get through you three first,” he says, smiling and stroking her hair, “I think I’m

herself think about

She blinks against it as she feels Victor sitting up next to her, working to stand. She pushes herself up

he puts his

across the room, rubbing his eyes. “We’re not

her sleepy

bathroom. He knows she wouldn’t miss

says, eager. “Look, there’s uncle Rafe!” Alvin joins him at the window, peering out to see their uncle bundled in blankets, sitting in a wheelchair borrowed from their grandfather. He twitches, lightly, wincing in pain every few moments from the

Alvin murmurs. “He’s pretty beat